She said call me now baby, I'd come running
If you call me now baby, I'd come running
I'm on call to be there, one and all to be there
When I fall to pieces, no I don't know
I'll be there waiting to be there, to be there


Ai Vicky, I miss you. Why do we not live in the same city?

Happy blog day, fellow lovely bloggers!

If I lived until I was 102, I just don't think I'd ever get over you.

Nhhhh D:

*Eenie Meenie starts playing*

Me: Vi, why are we listening to Justin Bieber?

Vicky: Shiu, it's on shuffle.

Me: Mas esse não é seu 25 most played playlist?

Vicky: ...yeah.

:)

So it's 8 minutes after midnight and I still have to dry my hair and I haven't studied for my biology or sociology test tomorrow and I haven't even packed but I'll be walking out of school at 8:40 and then heading home to finish packing and then at 12:03 (according to the website) I'll be happily flying toward São Paulo, my beloved city, and to my favorite people in the world.

AND TOMORROW, NOT A SINGLE FUCK WILL BE GIVEN.

Cara, ainda não caiu a ficha que amanhã eu vou ver a Vicky e vai cair a ficha quando eu já tiver pego a mala e tiver walking out e vou ver ela e vai ser tipo KJSHDFKJSHDFKJSDHF WORLD EXPLODING FROM SO MUCH AWESOMENESS.

I should go sleep now.

Okay, so I think any of you with Tumblr or just anyone with spare time should check out this tumblr, he's my favorite, I like everything he posts and his URL is from the Bright Eyes' song "Lua", which is also insanely lovely. He's also friends with Sarah from loveyourchaos and the girl from likeneelyohara, which I think is cool, considering that all three of them are pretty famous on Tumblr.

Picture taken from his tumblr and just because I was thinking of something along these lines these days.

I absolutely adore this movie. The soundtrack is lovely, as are Natalie Portman and Zach Braff, especially when they're a couple.

I want to tell you that I know how you feel because I feel the same thing here too, but is there anything creepier than saying "yeah, I know because I read it on your blog/twitter/tumblr"?

Talking to my best friend on MSN, listening to Fall Out Boy and trying to ignore this weird aching in my chest that started today at school when I was bored in math class.

Why am I back to being 13?

I hate that whenever you're watching a movie, someone will always walk in during the only sex scene in the entire movie and the situation becomes awkward when they're like "sooo...what are you watching?"

I posted this on my Tumblr and the tags for it were: 'Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis kissing? APPROVED' and 'so hot!' and someone asked me if I was straight, hahahaha. I love the internet.

Lalala, new layout!

:)

This time next week, I'll be with Vicky.

:D

SUPER DUPER FUCKING YAY!

So, I discovered Lykke Li and her songs are all really cool and I think everyone should listen to them all :] (Though this is probably like the time I discovered Tegan and Sara and went around telling people about how happy I was about finding out about them and everyone was like 'how did you just listen to Tegan and Sara now?'. ENFIM)

This one's my favorite, but check out Until We Bleed and Possibility, too.

Lypophrenia

noun • a vague feeling of sadness, seemingly without cause.

You've wrapped yourself so tightly around my heart.

Last night, I dreamt I went to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, as in the theme park, and I took a bunch of pictures and then the title of the Facebook album was "I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up to No Good" and a bunch of people liked it and I thought I was really clever. (I'm so lame.)

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. Fire and Ice ; Robert Frost

This is getting ridiculous. I mean, I feel exhausted and things ache and I think, "hey, maybe I'll write about this in my blog" and I open the window and then I just close it again.

Maybe my friend's right, maybe I should see a therapist. It's just that I don't think it makes much sense to tell my problems to a complete stranger who is just listening because she's being paid when I can't even talk to my friends about things that bother me. And I know bottling things up is bad for you, I get that when I have self-destructive urges or when I feel like crying in the middle of class or when my chest aches.

Or maybe nothing's wrong, I'm just down because it's Sunday and I'm listening to Death Cab and I can't stop shivering and I'm homesick and although I went out with two different groups of people today and Friday, the whole time I just wanted to not be there. Maybe.

My sister and her boyfriend were watching Glee in her room with the door open and I could hear it and then a song I liked came on but the volume was too low so I put the volume up on my computer and was then frustrated when I still couldn't hear the song properly. And then I realized why. Errrrr lu is errrrr.

47 2 3 9 8 5 - I gotta breathe to stay alive,
and 1 4 2 9 7 8 - feels like I'm gonna suffocate.
14 16 22 - this skin that turns to blister blue.
Shoulders, toes and knees, I'm 36 degrees.

I just wish I had someone to watch movies and eat chinese food with on Saturday night.

[Can we pretend that people from the internet lived in my neighborhood, I could really use some friends right now, some friends right now.]

"Like everyone else, we went to forget about the Lisbon girls."

I love this scene.

“I think there is something beautiful in reveling in sadness. The proof is how beautiful sad songs can be. So I don’t think being sad is to be avoided. It’s apathy and boredom you want to avoid. But feeling anything is good, I think. Maybe that’s sadistic of me.”

- Joseph Gordon-Levitt

Sweetie, you had me.

I love you for being everything that I can't be.

I started rereading The Perks of Being a Wallflower these days and today I realized that I'm starting to think like Charlie.

On some wall in San Telmo in Buenos Aires.

Still staring at me, she said, "I try not to be scared, you know. But I still ruin everything. I still fuck up."

"Okay," I told her. "It's okay." I didn't even know what she was talking about anymore. One vague notion after another.
"Don't you know who you love, Pudge? You love the girl who makes you laugh and shows you porn and drinks wine with you. You don't love the crazy, sullen bitch."

And there was something to that, truth be told.

Looking for Alaska; John Green.

We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together. We knew that the girls were our twins, that we all existed in space like animals with identical skins, and that they knew everything about us thought we couldn't fathom them at all. We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.

The Virgin Suicides; Jeffrey Eugenides

Productive (?) playlist-making mood.

Here. :]

We were talking about The OC.

Victoria says: (21:40:24)

entao juju gets everything

Victoria says: (21:40:31)

e o cooper volta a morar com eles

Victoria says: (21:40:35)

na casa do caleb

Luuu (: says: (21:40:43)

hahahahhahahaha why do you call her juju?

Victoria says: (21:40:50)

pq é juju and kiki

Victoria says: (21:40:59)

duh

Victoria says: (21:40:59)

hahahah

Victoria says: (21:41:19)

bexties

Luuu (: says: (21:41:21)

hahahahahahahaha why do you think you're caleb?

Victoria says: (21:41:32)

pq i am.

I understand now.

:] linda

Fine by me if you don't want to leave, I don't miss you here.

I'll tell you eventually, it's just that I'm gathering up the courage to break down, if that makes any sense.

Bleaching your teeth,

smiling flash,

talking trash,

under your breath.

Bleaching your teeth,

smiling flash,

talking trash,

under my window.
Park that car,

drop that phone,

sleep on the floor,

dream about me.

Homesickness is just a state of mind for me. I'm always missing someone or something. I'm always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. My life has been one long longing.

- Elizabeth Wurtzel

PS: I've posted this quote before but I was looking through my blog looking for a post and I found the one that had this quote and it just seemed fitting.